The harsh winter winds have returned, bringing with them memories of past times and places. Beauty has yet to be found in the frozen world around as the cold strangles anything left living. Night has overtaken day and we are surrounded in darkness, save for the hazy glow of the streetlamps. Snow falls silently, dressing the desolate city streets in white. Shelter is sought and found by the fortunate while others wither away on the pavement. This season is one of loneliness, for the emptiness swallows all whole. I have yet to know if I shall see the light of day again.